[Several years back I wrote a series of stories called Dress Off, about an agency of female secret agents who employed unusual and highly public games of embarrassment and exposure in order to recruit promising new agents. The main story's fifth chapter was an unintentional cliffhanger for far too long as I took a break from writing, and I have now finally returned to finish it off.
In our fifth chapter, "the Agency" — a.k.a. "Decider Enterprises" and our heroines in an ongoing struggle with another organisation featuring the fearsome and cruel Elizabeth Harrington — had sent two of their best agents to play an elaborate strip contest called Lesbian Strip Humiliation, at the behest of a strange organisation that promised to hold a very, very valuable prize.
We finally re-join the main storyline looking at events from the key perspective of another one of the Agency's top secret agents — Stacey Shackleton — as the Agency seeks to truely understand what is underpinning this strange game of Lesbian Strip Humiliation, and who they are really up against.
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[The events of "Dress Off 6: Butt Naked in Brisbane" take part in the week leading up to "Dress Off 5: Arena of Embarrassment"]
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The midday sun beat down on the busy street, the heat of a warm Brisbane summer driving people to take shade where they could.
The light glistened off a tall high-rise, its glass windows dazzling under the bright blue skies. The building itself was practically anonymous amongst the sea of high rises that made up Brisbane's main business district, even more so as the reflective windows hid any view of what may be happening inside. Unlike many of the buildings around it, there was no flashy name or logo that adorned the twenty story building, and the entrance was a simple affair showing little desire to draw the attention of passers-by.
The tinted glass doors at street level slid open and two women emerged, dressed in plain business outfits and wearing concerned expressions. The women looked over their shoulders and then exchanged a glance, before taking a sharp right turn on to the pavement outside and slipping into the steady stream of shoppers and workers hunting out their lunch.
The taller of the two women was blonde with long hair tied neatly at the back, sporting a pair of sleek black-framed glasses, and with a knee-length skirt that showed just enough leg to demonstrate the woman's athletic build. She was in her mid-30s but looked ten years younger.
The other woman was in her mid-20s, and had shoulder-length jet-black hair. She matched her colleague's speed even though she kept nervously looking back at the expansive glass doors they'd just exited through.
"Steady," the blonde-haired woman said, even though she sub-consciously reacted to the other woman's nerves by quickening their pace.
The blistering sun began to burn their already-tanned skin, and the two women were almost an entire block away from where they'd emerged on to the street when a phone rang in the pocket on the second woman. She jumped slightly at the vibration of the phone, before a hand instinctively fumbled to silence the ringtone on the phone. Grabbing at it with shaking hands, she pulled the phone out of her pocket and turned to look at it.
Too late, her older blonde companion reacted. "Penny, no!"
Penny eyes locked on to the phone's screen, and her pace slackened to a slow walk, before coming to a complete halt. All around her, the midday crowds continued to swarm along the pavement.
Penny's blonde colleague tried to snatch the phone away from her grasp, but her hand clenched around the device and her head sagged as her eyes continued to stare helplessly at the screen.
"Penny, give me the phone!" the other woman whispered, trying to not act suspiciously in public, and yet well aware of the urgency of breaking the phone's hold over Penny.
She was already too late though. After a few frantic seconds of trying to pry the phone out of Penny's grasp, the blonde haired woman then resorted to trying to cover the screen with her own hand.
It seemed to break the trance that Penny had fallen into, but as Penny looked up her face was a mask of horror.
"Oh Jess," she whispered, "I don't think I can stop it!" 

"Fight it Penny!" Jessica said, holding Penny's shoulders and staring deep into her eyes. "I know you can fight this!"
Penny grimaced, and her body language betrayed a great struggle within her. After only a few seconds though, her arms went rigid and she pushed Jessica away. Then, almost robotically, the woman reached up for her own business blouse.
"Stop! Penelope, stop!" Jessica started to yell, attracting attention from the crowd around them. The attention on her was only for a few scant seconds though, and was quickly stolen away by the actions of her companion. Clearly struggling, but ultimately powerless to resist, Penelope grabbed the middle of her blouse with both hands, and yanked back strongly. The blouse didn't stand a chance. Popping buttons rained down on Jessica as Penelope opened her torn blouse open wide and displayed her bra-clad b-cup breasts for the world to see.
Then, while still mouthing a plaintive plea for help to Jessica, Penelope ran one hand down her stomach and slipped it under the top of her skirt. The act was unmistakably sexual, and their fellow pedestrians were coming to a sudden stop as they gawked in wide-eyed amazement at what this dark-haired woman was apparently leading up to.
Jessica looked back down the street, expecting any second to see signs of pursuit. Penny had dropped the phone on the ground now, both hands exploring her body. One was burying it's way under the skirt and panties, and was even now beginning to explore her own pussy.
A shocked moan escaped from Penny's lips as her fingers expertly found her g-spot, and began to mercilessly work away at it in the middle of a busy public street.
Keeping her wits about her, Jessica scooped up the phone and removed the battery. Useful for testing later on, but she had no desire to be tracked via it in the short term. She then reached out for one of Penny's arms to drag her away from the audience that she was quickly collecting. Penny merely batted Jessica's attempts away though, and the hand that had accounted for the blouse now industriously went to work at removing her business skirt.
As the searing Brisbane sun poured down on Penny's impromptu street performance, wolf whistles and shocked condemnations began to attract even more people, and Jessica tried to get a little more forceful with her partner. She knew she had to get Penny away, but whatever spell that phone had just cast seemed designed to ensure Penny's body would resist any attempt at covering up or retreating.
Instead, they were standing out like a beacon on a busy street, a growing radius of attention centred purely on them. Jessica knew for a fact that the attention was all about locating them, and that was something she couldn't allow. She briefly considered trying to incapacitate her partner for her own sake, but physically assaulting someone in the street might push the crowd around them to take matters into their own hands. Right now, they were content just to watch the free show or — in some cases — mutter loudly about the shocking declining moral standards in young people today.
Penny's hands remained busy, and her mouth opened in shock as the fingers buried deep into her pussy suddenly felt the warm air caress the back of her hand. The skirt and the panties that had previously at least hidden her self-exploration were now being tugged down her legs by her other hand, and Penny grunted as her out-of control body felt the first tingle of an upcoming orgasm.
Now, with one hand grabbing her left breast — still encased in her bra - Penny began to gyrate on the spot while Jess futilely tried to pull her skirt and panties back up. Going topless was one thing, but masturbating in public for all to see was going to bring the police down on them.
Within seconds though, Penny's body was convulsing and shaking with the effects of a powerful orgasm though, and Jessica felt like there must have been a hundred cameras all pointed at them. There was no way this was going to stay off the internet — and right now neither of them needed the attention that would bring.
Looking around their audience, Jessica wondered if even one person was going to step forward and actually help to cover up her friend. But the mix of shocked faces, phone cameras, disapproving stares and drooling expressions that she saw gave her no hope on the score at all.
"Come on Penny!" Jess hissed under her breath, hoping that the orgasm had been the climax of whatever the phone would make her partner do. "We've got to go!"
Penny looked at her wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open still from the exertion, one hand still massaging her breasts even as the other hand slowly pulled out of her dripping wet pussy.
"I'm... I'm sorry... Jess... I'm..."
Jessica smiled grimly. "No, Penny, I'm sorry. Penny, look at me." Jessica held Penny's face in her hands and made sure she had her eye contact. "Look at me. This... this is my fault. We should have waited for backup, we should have..." Jessica's words trailed off as she saw in the distance security guards emerge from the building they'd broken into. The guards looked up and down the long street, before clearly picking up the commotion that Penelope's involuntary strip tease was causing. They turned and began to hurry towards them.
Turning around, Jessica then noticed two police officers similarly making their way towards them from the opposite direction.
